'Time' for experiments

You turn back, reaching out to grab both of June's breasts now, as you feel your own arousal rising. Your hands close around them, the softness and weight of them sending a shiver down your spine. You hold them for a moment, your eyes fixed on June's frozen face, her piercing green eyes staring blankly ahead.

You feel a rush of power and excitement, the thrill of having complete control over this frozen world. You take a step closer, your face inches from June's, your heart pounding in your chest. You can smell the sweet scent of her perfume, mixed with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee from the break room. Your gaze lingers on her lips, the soft pink curves of them seeming to invite you in. However, you pull away.

You focus back on June's breasts, undoing her button blouse, revealing the simple purple bra beneath. The soft fabric of the bra contrasts with the smooth, porcelain-like skin of her chest, and you can't help but feel drawn to it. Your hands move slowly, deliberately, as you slide the bra straps off her shoulders. The fabric of the bra bunches up, revealing the soft, rounded curves of her breasts.

You gaze at her exposed skin, thrilled that you are the only one who can see her like this. Your hands move closer, your fingers tracing the curves of her breasts, feeling the softness of her skin. You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down, but your heart continues to race.

An inexplicable exhilaration mingled with a hint of guilt washes over you as you watch June, unaware and unyielding. Her breasts, a sight reserved only for you in this motionless world, beckon with their soft, rounded allure. Inching closer, your fingertips carefully trace the contours of her chest, feeling the gentle warmth of her skin.

Your heart thunders in your ears, drowning out the silence of the room. You gently cup June's breasts, feeling their weight in your hands. The softness of her skin, the warmth of her body, and the rhythm of her heartbeat create a sensory overload that leaves you breathless. You trace the outline of her nipples with your thumbs, feeling them harden further under your touch. Your fingers dance over her body, exploring every curve and contour.

You're acutely aware of the power you hold, the ability to touch and feel her without any repercussions. It's a heady feeling, one that fills you with a sense of exhilaration and guilt. As you continue to explore June's frozen form, you can't help but wonder about the nature of this power. Is it a gift or a curse? And what does it say about you, the person who wields it? These questions swirl in your mind, adding a layer of complexity to an already confusing situation.

Despite the uncertainty, you can't deny the allure of this power. It's a seductive ****, one that tempts you to push the boundaries and see just how far you can go. But even as you're drawn in by the thrill, a part of you remains cautious, wary of the consequences that might follow.

For now, you decide to revel in the moment, to enjoy the sensation of touching June without any repercussions. It's a unique experience, one that you're not likely to forget anytime soon. And as you stand there, your hands resting on June's breasts, you can't help but feel a sense of awe and wonder at the power you hold.

You decide to check the app to see if there are any other features, and instead, there is a timer above the pause button that's at 10, counting down what seems to be seconds.

Immediately, you realize that this is the amount of time remaining in the timestop, and you quickly button up June's blouse, running back to the other side of the room with your chips coming out of the vending machine.

As the timer ticks down from 4 seconds, you realize that June's bra is still in the air. Grabbing your frozen chips from the vending machine, you sprint past and grab her bra, stuffing it into your bag while making your way back to your desk. As the timer reaches zero, almost as if color returns to the world, everyone begins moving again, and the silence is gone.

You observe June, and it seems that all the pleasure you gave her struck at the instant time resumed, leaving her with a subtle blush and a moment of disorientation as she grabs her chest, realizing she has no bra on beneath her shirt, making her nipples poke through the fabric.

You swiftly divert your eyes, questioning if she can detect your hidden unease. A peculiar blend of power and excitement surges through you, yet a nagging doubt at the periphery of your consciousness wonders whether your actions stem from a lust for thrill or a more questionable inclination.

Shaking your head, you contemplate your own identity. You make an effort to concentrate on your tasks, but an undercurrent of exhilaration lingers, as if you've stumbled upon an irresistible **** that leaves you both enthralled and vaguely troubled.

"Yo Ray-man, you got that report on our project's most recent tests done yet?" Says a familiar voice near you. It's Tom, your colleague, interrupting your thoughts.

"Yeah, I'm about half-done with it," you reply without looking up from your computer screen, realizing that you haven't gotten much work done at work yet for the day.

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The rest of the workday had passed without much more distraction, since you essentially powered through it all. As you pack up your things to head home, you feel accomplished for finishing on time, but also a little disappointed in yourself that you started it late. The report on the project's most recent tests is finally completed, but you can't help but wonder if you could have done more.

Stepping into the break room, you spot June in the corner, engrossed in her phone. A twinge of guilt crosses your mind, but you quickly suppress it. You can't ignore the sensation of power and exhilaration that washes over you, knowing you've experienced something she hasn't.

You nonchalantly grab your bag, ensuring June's bra is well-concealed inside. A secret smile tugs at the corners of your mouth as you acknowledge this small victory, savoring the thrill of this secret possession.

Before you leave, you press the pause button once more, noticing the 10-minute countdown at the top of the screen. You walk back up to June and fondle her tits a little more over her shirt.

With renewed audacity, your hands roam over June's frozen figure, the thrill of power coursing through your veins. An inquisitive curiosity emerges, urging you to uncover the hidden potential of this time-consumated realm.

You find yourself inexorably drawn to June's motionless form, your hands still cradling her breasts. The allure of power surging within you, you decide to test the limits of this phenomenon. Seized by a newfound audacity, you move to unfasten the top button of June's blouse, carefully sliding it off her shoulders to reveal her bare skin.

The world around you is frozen in time, as if it's your own secret tableau. You can't help but feel a surge of excitement as you continue to undress her, your movements swift and filled with a sense of possession. As you finally unveil her beneath her office attire, you pause, your gaze wandering over her frozen figure.

You find yourself drawn to the particulars of her attire: the dainty, soft purple bra, now tucked away in your bag, and the coordinating brown and white checkered skirt that has ridden up her motionless figure, uncovering a hint of lacy white beneath. The once-shimmering white blouse, now abandoned on the back of the break room's office chair, was a crisp, professional piece, and her office ensemble, a simple, well-tailored, knee-length, wood brown and white checkered skirt and blouse, now spread out around her, resembling a still life painting.

Empowered by this unusual circumstance, you venture to investigate further, letting your hands traverse her motionless form, making contact with the smooth, unblemished skin beneath. A feeling of dominance surges through you, as if you're the sole entity capable of motion in this stilled universe.

Your hands find their way to her breasts, where you feel the subtle, tangible response of her skin, and a wave of wonder and exhilaration washes over you. As you delve deeper into this unprecedented exploration, you find yourself inexorably attracted to her unclothed figure. The soft, untouched skin beneath your fingers seems to beckon you, inviting further discovery.